Touchstone and Audrey listen while two pages sing.
Enter ⌜Touchstone⌝ and Audrey.
TOUCHSTONE2586
Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey. Tomorrow 2587will we be married. AUDREY2588
I do desire it with all my heart, and I hope it is 2589no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the 25905world.
Enter two Pages.
2591Here come two of the banished duke’s pages. FIRST PAGE2592
Well met, honest gentleman. TOUCHSTONE2593
By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and 2594a song. SECOND PAGE259510We are for you. Sit i’ th’ middle. ⌜They sit.⌝ FIRST PAGE2596
Shall we clap into ’t roundly, without
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2597hawking or spitting or saying we are hoarse, which 2598are the only prologues to a bad voice? SECOND PAGE2599
I’ faith, i’ faith, and both in a tune like 260015two gypsies on a horse.
Song.
⌜PAGES sing⌝ 2601It was a lover and his lass, 2602With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, 2603That o’er the green cornfield did pass 2604In springtime, the only pretty ⌜ring⌝ time, 260520When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. 2606Sweet lovers love the spring.
2607Between the acres of the rye, 2608With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, 2609These pretty country folks would lie 261025In springtime, the only pretty ⌜ring⌝ time, 2611When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. 2612Sweet lovers love the spring.
2613This carol they began that hour, 2614With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, 261530How that a life was but a flower 2616In springtime, the only pretty ⌜ring⌝ time, 2617When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. 2618Sweet lovers love the spring.
2619And therefore take the present time, 262035With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, 2621For love is crownèd with the prime, 2622In springtime, the only pretty ⌜ring⌝ time, 2623When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. 2624Sweet lovers love the spring.
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TOUCHSTONE262540Truly, young gentlemen, though there 2626was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was 2627very untunable. FIRST PAGE2628
You are deceived, sir. We kept time. We lost 2629not our time. TOUCHSTONE263045By my troth, yes. I count it but time lost 2631to hear such a foolish song. God be wi’ you, and 2632God mend your voices.—Come, Audrey. They ⌜rise and⌝ exit.